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The Essence Of Life

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Surgery was preformed

On my dear mother today

And I'm so glad it's over

And that now she's ok

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And as I stand here

I thank the Lord above

For keeping her safe

With His glorious love

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And for giving me the courage

To get through this day

And to experience this world

In such a wondrous way

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For outside this structure

Where healing takes place

I take in all His glory

And His creations I embrace

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His creations are so many

Much too many to count

But I will try my best

To give an accurate account

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That which makes up life

And the beauty of nature

Is in every single thing

And provokes such rapture

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Every where I turn

There are sounds and sights

And aromas and sensations

That fill days and nights

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The warmth of the sun

Can be felt all around

Along with a cool breeze

That is southwesterly bound

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The faint rustle of leaves

Being moved by this breeze

As it moves the branches

Of the white oak trees

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The New Mexico skies

Are so shiny and bright

And filled with clouds

That change in their flight

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On the horizon are mountains

For as far as the eye can stare

And they bare three large crosses

That have been placed there

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They honor our forefathers

And the struggles they did face

To provide us all a home

In this wondrous place

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The flight of an Eagle

Is so smooth and graceful

As it glides across blue skies

So spacious and peaceful

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The singing of a bird

Way up in a tree

Can touch the heart

And set it free

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The aroma of roses

So fresh and new

That have been kissed

By the morning dew

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The faint fluttering of butterflies

And buzzing of bees building hives

They each hurry to accomplish

What they must in their short lives

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The sound of a siren

And of a distant horn

And the unmistakable sound

Of a precious newborn

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The cueing of a baby

As it kicks with joy

From its mothers caresses

Or the jingling of its toy

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The laughter of children

In a nearby park

As hey play with their dog

And make it bark

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The sound of people

In their hour of need

As they console each other

And their courage they feed

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The sounds of church bells

Way of in the distance

Comforts the soul

And confirms ones existance

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The sound of traffic

And that of a lonely train

Is proof that life goes on

And will surely not refrain

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The essence of life

Is around us each day

And careful attention

To it we must pay

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For once it is gone

It's gone for ever more

And we can't recall it

If we've never experienced it

Before

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Dedicated To My Precious Mother

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Written: Monday, July 7, 2003 - 11:27:39am

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Copyright � 2003 Santos V. Nunez

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